Changing Times

Chapter One

By: Ree

Series: The Winx Club

Location: Magix, Red Fountain, Cloud Tower, Alfea School

Pairings: Too numerous to name

Warnings: Rape, male/male pairings, female/female pairings, swearing, battles, and much more.

Summary: Life at Alfea, Red Fountain, and Cloud Tower goes on as usual. That is, until the arrival of a brother and sister duo from the kingdom of Holy Light, Imirano. Crown-Prince Luka at Red Fountain and his half-sister, Huntra, who is currently at Cloud Tower, are about to stir things up a bit. With drama, romance, adventure, and so much more, life in Magix isn't going to be the same again.

Disclaimer: The Winx Club is not mine. Not mine at all and I do not claim the rights to them. Huntra and Luka are my original characters created for this fan fic. Please do not steal them.

Author's Notes: Well, this is my first Winx Club fic that I am currently co-writing with someone. Please lemme know what you think.

Red Fountain had never seemed so large. It was a magnificent place, the place to learn heroics and bravery. He wanted to just blend in, he didn't want to be different, but as the Prince of Light, he just kind of seemed to glow. No matter where he went, it was always the same. Someone would recognize him, find out his secrets, and then the whispers would start. It was always the same no matter where he went. Gathering his courage and heading inside, the young man made sure to stay in the shadows as best he could. Slipping unnoticed into the headmaster's office, he sighed in relief and closed the door.

"Ah, Crown-Prince Luka of Imirano," a voice said and made the young man jump a mile high. "Welcome to Red Fountain. I trust that your journey was a pleasant one, no troubles?"

"No, headmaster, it was fine. Please, don't startle me like that," the young man called Luka replied, turning around and smiling amiably. "Is it all right if I sit down, sir? It's been a long trip."

"Go ahead."

As he sat down, Headmaster Saladin took a good, long look at Luka. He was scrawny, built rather small and petite, no more than 5'5" in height. Not too much muscle mass I see, that could be a problem. The boy's shock white hair was shoulder length and pulled back securely in a ponytail so that it wouldn't get in the way. Startlingly pale blue eyes gazed out at the headmaster with a steady and even look; he didn't seem intimidated in the least bit. Luka was sitting there calmly, his hands in his lap, wearing a simple white shirt and black pants.

"Now, let's get started on your curriculum. I want you to integrate into the student body as soon as you can. Now, I know that you may want to remain anonymous, but-"

"Sir, if you please, I'd rather like to see if I can hide from the other students. I mean, as the Prince of Light there's always a beacon of light surrounding me, giving me away. That could be a problem when it comes to battle, so I want to see if I can hide in such a large group."

Intrigued at the idea, Saladin had to admit that it was a good strategy to test one's concealment abilities. Agreeing readily to the idea, he welcomed Luka once more to Red Fountain, shook his hand, and let the other leave. Nodding, the young man went out into the hall and immediately jetted to his room before the bell rang, signaling the end of class. I've got to get settled in and get familiar with the turf I'm on until I can hide in the shadows and not be noticed. It's going to take a while and I'm going to be drained afterwards, but it'll be worth it, he thought as he looked around the room where all of his things were. Going over to a box marked "fragile" and kneeling down in front of it, Luka opened it carefully. Luka reached inside to open a bundle of thick, soft cloths at the very top. The young man removed a picture and smiled, fingering the silver-wrought frame.

"I'm going to make you proud, Mother. You won't have to put up with that man you were forced to marry for much longer. I'll get stronger, I'll go back home, and I'll take him down. Just hold on for me a little while longer," he whispered and put the picture on his nightstand.

You're all I have left, Mother. Please hold on for just a little more, Luka pleaded as he began to unpack quietly. He didn't want anyone to know he was there and so he moved about the room silently as he could. As soon as the bell rang, Luka locked the door, hit the lights, and listened near the door. He heard many voices, most lifted up in merriment, and he bit his lower lip. He'd never fit in here…he was nothing but a freak. It would be too much temptation for him and once others found out, it was all over. Luka preferred males over females and had no intention of marrying or producing an heir anytime soon. Of course, that was also the reason he was turned out of his home in the first place.

"But that's all in the past now. This is the time for me to start a new future…one where I can choose my own path. First, though, I have to get stronger before I go back home," Luka nodded in determination and as soon as he heard the noises disappear, slipped from his room.

For the next three weeks, Luka spent his time prowling around in the shadows, watching the students from a distance, always afraid to reveal his presence. However, Professor Codatorta, the strictest professor at Red Fountain, took care of that soon enough. Finally deciding that he couldn't hide anymore, when the professor looked at him during a fighting class, Luka nodded his head, white hair falling into his eyes.

"Now, I know you've all heard the news that a new student has transferred here," he began, immediately catching the attention of the entire class. "However, has anyone seen him?"

"No sir. No one even knows what he looks like," a young man with blonde hair commented from his seat.

"He's probably too chicken to show himself," another with ruby red hair laughed, tilting his chair back.

"I'll choose to ignore that, Riven. And yes, Brandon," Professor Codatorta gave the young man a significant look. "No one has seen him…because he has chosen not to be seen until now."

There was a general murmur of excitement throughout the class. The teacher looked at Brandon in particular, who cast his blue eyes down and away. Damn, I should have been the first to notice that there was a new student and welcome him. As Prince Sky…well, I'm not Sky now. That role went to my friend, the blonde thought, glancing over at a brunette male who was sitting next to him. In reality, the one called Brandon was truly Prince Sky of Eraklion, a prominent figurehead. However, he had to go into hiding and so traded names with his squire, who was the real Brandon. It was a welcome change though, not to be fawned over all the time like when he was back in Eraklion. Still, the teachers knew who he really was and expected him to set an example…and by not noticing the new student that really wasn't living up to expectations. I wonder who he is, Brandon speculated.

"But sir, who is he?" Sky asked.

"Before I tell you, I must say this…" the professor went over to his desk, and slammed his fist down on it, making everyone jump. "I am extremely disgusted with all of you! You all have failed to notice a being of light hiding in the shadows these past three weeks!"

The teacher gave another significant look to Brandon, who looked more than a little sheepish. That's when it hit him.

"A being of light? What do you mean, sir?" he inquired. "Who is this new student?"

"I mean, the Crown-Prince of the Holy Kingdom, Imirano. That is where the Fortress of Light is located, where I was trained. A being of light hiding in the shadows, don't you think that would have been a little noticeable? I swear, you all-"

"Please sir, I think they get the hint."

Brandon turned around, as did everyone in the classroom, and his eyes widened in surprise. The young man that stood in the doorway practically glowed with an ethereal light, his white hair pulled back and away from his face, showing off a softly curved face and piercing eyes. Walking into the room, Luka strode with confidence, but he was a little nervous. Riven was also eyeing the new guy, his arms crossed over his chest. Hmmm, that guy's kinda cute. And I see he's left Brandon speechless. This could turn out to be fun, the redhead thought with a leer as he watched. Brandon noticed Riven's glee and immediately became uneasy, and just a little angry. He's not been here ten minutes and Riven's already eyeing him like a piece of meat! Luka approached the formidable professor with a chuckle.

"Sir, you really didn't have to chew the class out like that. It's something that anyone could have overlooked," Luka began as he nervously tucked a strand of hair behind his ear.

"Still, I expected more from these so-called 'heroes'," Codatorta growled at the class.

"Really, it's fine. Allow me to introduce myself," he turned to the others and bowed slightly. "My name is Luka, I'm pleased to meet all of you and apologize for remaining hidden for so long."

"All right, that's enough, time for some practice sparring. Pair up you dogs! Luka, you pair with Brandon," the instructor snapped and smirked at Luka. "Let's see what you've got."

Nodding, Luka looked around for the one called Brandon as the class began to divide up. Getting up from his seat, the blonde went over to Luka and shook his hand genially.

"Welcome to Red Fountain, I'm Brandon. Sorry I didn't notice you sooner," he apologized.

"No time for apologies, we've got to get sparring. So, Brandon, how about we start?" Luka asked as he stepped into the practice ring, followed immediately by the other male.

"Sure!" Brandon replied and brought out his sword and shield.

Luka paused, gazing at the weapons, but simply lowered himself into an offensive stance.

"Uh, Luka, aren't you going to bring out your weapons?"

"I prefer to fight my opponents the old-fashioned way…with my bare hands. Besides," he replied with a rather embarrassed grin. "People from Imirano aren't that physically strong. The only ones who are, are the people trained at the Fortress of Light. They usually come from other worlds though. I probably couldn't lift that sword and shield even if I tried. I don't use weapons."

"You're kidding!" Riven jeered, turning away from his sparring partner. "You don't use weapons?"

"No, I don't," Luka answered with a frown before turning back to Brandon with a smirk. "Still, don't take it easy on me. I promise I can put up a fight even against someone with weapons."

"All right then, I won't take it easy on you. Ready?"

Nodding, Luka lowered himself back into his offensive pose, his hands fisted, raised up to protect his jaw and tender areas. Brandon charged first, moving swiftly to cover the distance between them. Luka waited patiently before spinning around and slapping Brandon on the back of the head, using the other's momentum against him just as he'd been taught.

"Ouch!" Brandon rubbed the back of his head.

Grinning, Luka readied himself once more as Brandon frowned and attacked him again. Ducking under the sword and sliding under the other between his legs, Luka ended up on his back and kicked Brandon in the ass, sending him flying. The blonde skidded across the floor as Luka placed his hands on either side of his head, swung his legs up and used his momentum to push himself to his feet. Everyone in the class was laughing now, because none of them had seen Brandon ever get his ass literally kicked before.

"Hey, the new guy's not too shabby," Riven laughed, squatting down next to Brandon. "That's the first time someone's ever kicked you there and sent you flying, blondie."

"Will you shut up, Riven?" the blonde retorted and got to his feet, smiling broadly. "You're pretty good at evading physical blows, but let's see how you deal with something else."

Brandon began to levitate and shot at Luka like a rocket. Taken aback and unable to raise his defenses in time, Luka was struck hard in the chest and fell back. He hit the wall hard and the air was knocked out of him for a moment. Gasping as he felt the wind leave his lungs, he coughed for air as he slowly got back to his feet. We may be nimble, Imironians, but we get overpowered by physical attacks so easily. A little harder, and he may have broken a rib, he thought and slowly managed to get his breathing back to normal.

"Hey, you ok Luka?" Brandon asked, suddenly concerned that he may have been too hard on the other.

"Yeah, fine. I'd be worrying about myself if I were you," Luka replied, finally on his feet.

"All right then. Get ready."

He shouldn't have warned me. Luka walked forward and as Brandon shot at him once more, Luka winced, landed flat on his back, planted both his feet into the other's stomach, and sent him flying smack dab into the wall. As soon as the blonde hit, Luka began to gasp, clutching his chest. Damn…that hurt…well, I guess he did break something that last hit, he thought and looked up to see a pair of maroon eyes looking down at him.

"You ok there, new guy?"

"Yeah, fine, you big ape."

There was a smile on Luka's features and the two of them chuckled as Riven helped him to his feet.

"I like your style, Luka. Nobody's been able to kick Brandon's ass quite so literally before. Where did you learn to fight like that?" the redhead inquired, gazing at Luka intently.

"Yeah, that was a good hit, Luka," Brandon laughed as he got up. "Where did you learn all those moves?"

"Well, as part of my training when I was growing up, I was taught how to evade blows as well as use the opponent's momentum against them. It didn't take much to throw Brandon against that wall since he was already moving so fast," Luka explained and winced a bit, clutching his chest.

"Hey, you ok?" Brandon asked.

"Yeah…course…" Luka replied with a small smile as he breathed deeply, looking flushed.

"Brandon, look at what you did," Riven chided, snickering at the blonde. "You could have killed the new guy and wouldn't that just look terrible on your 'playing nice with others' record."

Brandon frowned at the other and moved to give him a piece of his mind when Luka held up his hands with a mild smile.

"Look, I'm fine. Now come on, let's get back to sparring before we have to clean a lot of armor or something," he said and went near the sparring ring so he could watch the next bout.

"Luka," Brandon said as he went over to the white-haired teen. "Are you really all right? You don't have to put on a tough act for me, you know. I'm sure the teacher will let you go back to your room or something."

"Now what kind of hero would I be if I left class after just one injury?" Luka asked.

Smiling slightly, he turned to look back at the ring where Sky and his opponent were taking their places. Brandon had to admit that he admired the way that the white-haired teen pushed on with the rest of the class. Luka went through all of the bouts he could before he was finally taken down by Riven. He'd been taken aback by the other's fighting technique and laughed graciously, congratulating the redhead on a victory well earned. As soon as he was finished, he went to the door and leaned against the jab, breathing hard again. Brandon walked over to him and placed his hand on the smaller teen's shoulder. Man, he's got really narrow shoulders…it's like I'm just holding onto bone. How did he manage to make it into Red Fountain? He may be smaller than Timmy, Brandon thought as Luka turned around and released his hair from the tie, letting the locks brush across his cheek.

"Something wrong, Brandon?"

"Well, since we're both done, want me to walk you to your room? Classes are done for the day, I'm sure that the teacher wouldn't mind. Don't deny that you're getting short of breath."

"All right, I won't and sure, you can walk to my room."

Luka winked and the two of them began to walk towards the stairs. Both of them were talking quietly and Luka seemed to be getting better, his breathing wasn't as forced. Riven watched from the doorway, his eyebrow raised. Hmm, it looks like Brandon's moving in on my territory. I'll have to move quickly if I want to get him, the redhead thought and got an idea. Following the other two up to Luka's room, as soon as the white-haired teen moved to open the door, Riven sauntered up and placed an arm between Brandon and Luka.

"Hey Luka, I was wondering, want to go into Magix with me? This is your first time here, isn't it? You should get to know the town so you can avoid getting lost."

"I'd like that, Riven. Thanks for the invitation."

For some reason, Luka felt kind of drawn to Riven…and he didn't know why. It was something innate, something he couldn't describe. But when he concentrated hard enough, he realized that there was darkness brewing inside of Riven. The darkness that was inside of him was…a witch is controlling his mind! She's got powerful dark magic. Well, I guess I'll just have to take matters into my own hands. Reaching up, he placed his palms on either side of Riven's head, focusing hard. Brandon immediately felt the urge to pull Luka away from the redhead and tell Riven to get away from him. Of course, he couldn't do that.

"Uh…Luka…what are you doing?" Riven asked, looking at him with a wary expression.

"Hold still," he ordered and white light began to glow under his palms. "Cleansing Light!"

The light flared underneath his hands and Riven's eyes slid out of focus for a moment. While the darkness was being driven away, in another school, a young woman was screaming in pain.

"Darcy, what's wrong?"

"Get a grip, it can't be that bad."

The three most powerful witches in the senior class of Cloud Tower, known as Icy, Darcy, and Stormy or the Trix, were all gathered in their room when suddenly Darcy had started screaming. Icy stood there with her hands on her hips, looking as though this was nothing more than a bother, and Stormy was kneeling next to Darcy, looking at her warily as Darcy clutched her head.

"Something's interfering with my spell on Riven! It's a damnable light caster, and it's holy light!"

"Holy light?" Icy asked, suddenly interested. "It can't be; there are no light casters in Red Mountain."

"Unless they got a new transfer student from another kingdom," Stormy pointed out.

"Well, whoever he is, he's going to pay for messing with Darcy and her puppy with that damn holy light," Icy vowed, but she was still uneasy about the fact she was dealing with sacred light.

Witches knew that holy light was like poison to them, which is what made Icy so nervous. After Luka cleared up Riven's mind, the two of them made plans to go into Magix the next day, since it was the weekend. Riven wanted to thank him for getting rid of Darcy's presence in his head. Winking at Luka, making the other blush, Riven left. As soon as he was gone, Brandon turned.

"Be careful around him, Luka. He's dangerous."

"Come on, Brandon, I'm a big tough boy. I tie my own boots and everything," he replied with a chuckle before he realized Brandon was serious. "All right, I'll be careful, I promise."

Nodding, Brandon gave Luka a pat on the shoulder and left. Sighing, Luka went into his room and began to get undressed. As he removed his shirt, a series of scars and bruises painted his back and chest a rich black and blue. Wincing slightly, Luka decided to go and take a bath and hopefully that would make his muscles relax and the scars less visible. Rubbing his arms, Luka locked himself in his room and decided not to come out until the next day.

Well, what did you think? That's just chapter one! And as a note, I wrote this before season 2 came out, so this is distinctly AU. There are a lot more to go. What do you all think? Let me know, please R&R!

Ree